There Is Recommended Protocol To Deal With All Epidemics – Unless It’s A Highly Profitable Drug Epidemic Of Course. – By Nicola O’Hanlon


There is no doubt that there is an epidemic of opioid abuse in our world. The definition of epidemic in the Cambridge Dictionary:  a particular problem that seriously affects many people at the same time. This particular epidemic is persistent, brutal and killing indiscriminately. But why is this epidemic not being dealt with like other epidemics? We live in countries with a great deal of knowledge on how to control epidemic diseases. The World Health Organization states, in their steps to control any epidemic, that the reduction/elimination of the infectious agent from the source is critical. The infectious agent in this case appears to be prescription opioid pain pills. While it doesn’t account for all cases of opioid addiction, it now appears that it is the first introduction for the majority of todays heroin addicts, in America in particular, to their opioid addiction. It used to be a case of… Continue reading

The Addict Who Still Suffers – By Gabriel Rheaume


My name is Gabe and I’m an addict. I’ve been clean since April 9th, 2015. I’m just so grateful to be alive today. I had a profound moment of clarity last year, while I was in treatment, and I’d like to share it with you. When I checked myself into Sacred Heart Rehabilitation Center, I wasn’t looking for recovery; I didn’t even really know what that was. I came because I ran out of money.. ran out of was cold.. and I wasn’t welcome anywhere else. I was in legal trouble, cheated all of my friends and family and stole from my parents. I was homeless, and my car was broken down… I was completely out of luck you might say. When I entered treatment, I was sick already, I was filled with guilt for the things I had done.  Shame, embarrassment, sadness, anger, confusion, fear, and misery consumed… Continue reading

The History of Cocaine & It’s Effects on The Environment

Studio 54

The rise in popularity of Cocaine or (benzoylmethylecgonine) is most often associated with the disco era of the late 1970’s and 80’s when the glamour of disco clubs such as New York’s Studio 54 influenced popular culture far and wide. It’s almost instant euphoric effect made it the must have drug, not just with addicts, but also with the occasional or recreational user. However, its popularity goes back a lot further than that. Documented history traces its first use back to the ancient Inca tribes that lived in the Andes Mountains. Of course they weren’t taking it to enable them to dance all night under shiny disco balls. As with the majority of drugs on the streets today, cocaine was initially used for medicinal purposes. Tribes people chewed the raw ingredient of cocaine, the coca leaf, to extract the stimulant inside that increased their heart rates and breathing. In turn… Continue reading

A Personal Interpretation of Using Dreams – By Jon W.

Using dreams don’t necessarily indicate a hole in our program; for a drug addict, there’s nothing more natural than to dream of using drugs. It has been helpful to me to think of using dreams as gifts from my Higher Power, vividly reminding me of the insanity of active addiction and encouraging us to strengthen our recovery. Seen in that light, I can be grateful for using dreams. Frightening as they are, they can prove to be great blessings – if I use them to reinforce my recovery. Just for today: I will examine my personal program. I will talk with my sponsor about what I find, and seek ways to strengthen my recovery. pg. 207// *excerpt from–Just For Today Daily Meditation. I have studied dreams as a sort of an interesting hobby for some years now, and find such fascination in the dream world. In our dreams they have… Continue reading

Dopeless Hope Fiend: A Recovering Addict’s Manifesto – By Ryan Sansome

You never had a problem with buying weed from me in junior high. You seemed to appreciate my proclivity for procuring high quality acid in high school. But when I started smoking meth during my senior year, you called me “a worthless tweeker.” When I missed the SATs because I partied too hard the night before the test, you pointed out how I failed more times than most have tried. When I sunk into a deep depression because my friends were walking out of my life, you said it was because I wasn’t “ever going to amount to anything.” It still hurts that you wrote me off because you thought I’d never get clean. I internalized your beliefs about me. I could never shoot, snort, or smoke enough dope to silence the memories of being shunned for having a disease. You looked down upon me from your socially acceptable, stable… Continue reading